I Can't Believe this (BXB)

Chapter 11: what happens with phone calls in the bathroom

Chapter 11: What happens with phone calls in the bathroom

--Arlo's POV--

"I'm so tired," I rubbed my eyes as we made it back into the dorm room. "Yeah, we should be getting to sleep." JC agreed and locked the door, putting the keys onto the table by my bed. "I'm showering first though," I was walking to the bathroom, but then JC sped ahead of me. He ran into the bathroom, stuck his tongue out at me, and closed the door. I stood a couple of feet away from the bathroom with my mouth agape. Oh hell no bitch, Mama needs hot water! I pounded on the bathroom door, "JC you crazy mother-"

The door opened and I put my hand down before I could hit JC in the face.

"Stop."

I stared at him.

"I'm going to be out fast ok?"

I continued staring.

"Arlo...?"

"You should close the door before I rape you."

He chuckled. He was only wearing his pants, and the hung pretty freaking low on his dirty hips. But dirty in a good sexy way. He leaned down to my ear and brushed it with his lips. "I wouldn't be rape if I liked it."

----JC's POV----

Arlo's light blue eyes clouded over a shade darker. Lust took over him. "I'm serious JC, close the door." He said slowly his eyes never leaving my face. "Or what?" I smirked evilly, c'mon baby, show daddy what will happen if he's a bad boy. Arlo only stoop up straighter - what was he going to do?

He slowly, seductively, pulled his shirt up off over his head. My eyes trailed down his chest. He should really wear a belt with his jeans, they hang dangerously low. "What? You're going to take your shirt off?" I teased amusement dancing in his eyes. He licked his lips slowly and looked at me threw his lashes. He took three steps back, beaconing me with his finer to follow him. I rose my left eyebrow walking toward him. "Kiss me." He breathed out his eyes expectant. I brought my lips down to his and kissed him roughly. His arms went around my neck and my hands cupped his face.

Before I knew it, I was pushed to the side and the bathroom door was closed and locked. "Victory!" Arlo yelled laughing, his voice echoed in the bathroom. "Cheater." I yelled to him, but I couldn't keep the wide smile off of my face. He played dirty. So I'll play dirtier. Or my sweet, sweet, Arlo-don't underestimate an athlete.

--Arlo's POV--

I stepped out of the shower in a white fluffy towel. JC shouldn't underestimate me. I'm freakin full of surprises. I put my underwear on, and slipped on my black, long sleeved, oversized shirt on. It reached mid-thigh. My legs weren't hairy, but I didn't shave either, I was naturally hairless. I combed through my hair because it was a tangled jungle if blackness. I brushed my teeth like always, because brushing twice a day is good, and I'm a good boy. My phone vibrated on the counter. I checked the caller ID before answering it, I almost never do that.

My throat tightened.

My blood felt like it stopped flowing through my veins.

Why now? Of all times.

God, what does she want from me?

"Hey mom."

"Oh God Arlo, You're ok." She sighed in relief. "Yeah," I didn't want to say that though. I wasn't ok. I never will be, by when I'm with JC and my friends I feel ok. Something they, my parents, never let me feel. I felt safe. Not threatened to be perfect and good and normal. "How are you baby?" She asked sweetly , so sweetly it made me sick. "Why do you care?" My voice was so bitter it surprised me. "Excuse me?" Her voice was shocked and full of surprise, which was the technically the same thing. "You've never cared before, so why now? What, did dad finally fuck you or something." I spat into the phone. "Or did you blow his brains out, and now you're so happy by the reaction he gave you, that you feel the need to call your son. Who, may I point out, is hurting because you fuckers don't care about me." I breathed heavily into the phone. "That's crap Arlo, and do NOT talk to me like that! I am your MOTHER-"

"Not a very good one!"

"Arlo!" She gasped in shock. "I-I don't know what to say. Ever since you became gay you've been a real pain to everyone. Grow some respect for your parents you ungrateful little bitch. I am your mother, you will be grateful. I brought you into this world an all you do is complain." Her voice was laced with meaness. My eyes stung with tears. "Goodbye mother," I ended the call and tears streamed down my face.

I didn't want to get out if the bathroom, I didn't want JC to see me this way. I tossed the pencil sharpener blade into the toilet and flushed it, flushing my pain away also. They can't hurt me anymore, I'm with JC now. I have Sebastian and Fernando. I didn't cut today.

I was a year and seven months clean. I wasn't going to screw that up now because of my mother. My face was red, my eyes were puffy, and I felt like shit. I couldn't stop crying. Why am I crying in the first place? Oh that's right, no one should be spoken to like that from someone who is supposed to love them forever. I opened the door to the bathroom my head hanging down. "Arlo?" His voice was worried and curious. "Hey, are you ok?" I walked over to my bed soundlessly. "Baby," he got up from wherever he was before and came over to my bed. I laid down under the covers hiding my face. "What's wrong?" His voce was soft and I so desperately wanted to spill everything to him. He didn't know I used to self-harm. No one really knew. "Arlo come on. Tell me." He begged. "Please, just... Leave me alone." My voice as hoarse from crying. I was tugged into a sitting position by my wrists, which JC's hands were clasped around. "No." His voice was hard. "Arlo, tell me what's wrong." I moved my face to the side, wishing he couldn't see me. I didn't want him to see me this way. Broken down and hurting. I hated when ANYONE saw me this way.

"Arlo, you know that I love you so muc, so much that-that it hurts. I love seeing you happy, smiling, laughing. Look at me," I said moving my face to look at him. "Tell me what happened." His eyes were sad, it made me cry harder. "I hate myself so much JC." I cried. "I'm a failure, a cry baby, a mistake! I'm pathetic, My parents didnt mean to have me, I was an accident. I don't deserve you, I don't deserve Sebastian or Fernando. I used to cut myself, my mom thinks I'm an ungrateful prick who deserve to die-"

"No she doesn't, I'm sure she didn't say anything like that."

"It's called reading between the lines." My voice was low and sad. "I want to disappear." I whispered sadly looking down at my wrists that JC still held onto. "Arlo-"

"No, just... Don't speak."

"I have to-"

"Just lay with me."

He stared at me.

"Please." I begged and sniffed, my nose was stuffed. I laid down under the covers and felt JC's warm presence behind me. He shut the light off and tuned me around to face him. I didn't say anything as he snuggled into me. "If anything," he began his voice a whisper. "I don't deserve you."

I KNOW IT SWITCHED POINT OF VIEWS A LOT ON HERE. SORRYYYY BUT I THINK IT WAS GOOD, MAYBE A TAD BIT SAD, BUT GOOD NEVERTHELESS!